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Jack flew across the deck of the Pearl, barking orders to his faithful crew. They obeyed their captain, and pulled the sails so that the ship would speed up so that it could catch up to what Jack assumed would be the Red Flame. Jack whipped out his golden periscope and pressed his kohl-lined eye to the rim, attempting to see through the unbelievably thick fog. Sure enough, Jack could make out the ship in the distance, gliding through the waters swiftly and slowly. It would be in no time at all that the Pearl would be able to sail along its side and hopefully rescue Millie and slaughter the Flame's crew, and its malicious captain.

Will came climbing down the mainmast, two swords in his belt, one Millie's and the other, his. Before they had departed to the deck in the storm, Millie had given her sword to him since she thought that she would lose it in the fierce wind and rain. Will blamed himself for Millie's capture, and hoped that he would be able to give her the precious sword, and also his love, once more.

"We'll be approaching th' Flame momentarily," Jack said to Will, who had just appeared at his side.

"It's sailing awfully slow," Will thought out loud.

"Bloody Davies wants us ta' catch up," Jack muttered as he put his periscope back in his belt angrily.

"But why? Wouldn't he want to just have Millie and—"

"No," Jack said annoyed as he walked back to the helm, Will pursuing him. "He wants me dead as much as 'e wants Millie, so 'e wants me ta' follow 'im. He knows I'll go afte' Millie. He implied it that night," he paused. "She's not dead…I know that much. Davies is waiting 'til I come ta' th' rescue," he laughed falsely.

Jack eased the wheel slightly, causing the Pearl to move a little to the left, becoming even closer to the Flame. The fog was still extremely thick, allowing the Pearl to be hidden under an invisible cloak. Jack took the fog to his advantage, and led his ship as close as he could to the Flame without being seen.

The Pearl was completely silent as it soared through the sea, gradually slowing down when Jack could see the Flame's designs carved into the backside of the ship. The crew was completely quiet as they gathered their swords, guns, and grabbed onto ropes so that they could board the Flame. They were careful not to make a sound as they stood at the ledge of the ship, trying to peer through the mist at the ship coming up on the side, prepared to kill all of the scallywags onboard the Red Flame. Anamaria had the anchor drop into the sea at the perfect moment so that the ship would come to an abrupt stop right when it appeared at the Flame's side.

Every member of the Red Flame's crew was sprawled lazily about the deck, rum bottles in hand, and their eyes shut. Wallace stood at the helm, looking bored out of his mind, but glad to be steering a ship. When Wallace heard shouts coming from the starboard side, he looked over and his mouth dropped in confusion. He saw pirates flying through the fog, screaming at the top of their lungs. He could make out the Black Pearl through the mist, only a few yards away, and the entire crew coming onto the Flame.

The pirates of the Flame jolted awake at the sound of several pairs of feet slamming onto the deck. When they opened their eyes they saw the pirates of the Pearl with their swords in hands, and guns shooting rapidly at their faces. They shot up from their drunken positions and unsheathed their swords while dropping their rum bottles to the ground, the glass shattering.

Davies was in the brig, on top of Millie who had fallen unconscious, when he heard gunshots and feet landing on the deck. He stayed in his position for a second, staring down at Millie sickly, then pushed himself off of her, pulling his breeches up and grasping his sword by the silver handle. Davies bolted out of the brig without another thought, running to the other side of the deck where most of the Pearl's crew was boarding.

The once quiet ocean was filled with deafening noises of swords clashing and guns being shot off. (Cannons would have been shot off from the Pearl to the Flame, but Jack knew that if he fired on the Flame, he would put Millie in grave danger, so he figured that boarding would be a better choice.) The pirates of the Red Flame were feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable as they awoke and tried to unsheathe their swords as quickly as possible. Although they were outnumbered, the crew of the Black Pearl felt confident since they had gotten a definite head start.

The crew of the Pearl slit the throats of a few pirates who had just opened their eyes and were not yet awake, blood spilling from their necks immediately. It was a horrendous sight as the pirates of both sides killed the others. The swords were piercing chests, sending the victims to fall to the ground, and bullets were burying themselves deep within skulls, causing quick deaths.

When Will felt his feet hit the wooden deck, he let go of the rope he used to cross the small space between the two ships, and pulled out his sword from his belt in a graceful motion. He quickly found a pirate to challenge, and forced his sword into his face. The pirate, who had blood splattered across his face from a previous duel, smiled maliciously, showing his many rotten teeth, and lunged at Will aggressively. Will bit his lip as they forced each other's swords threateningly at each other. Will could sense that the other pirate had much experience, but after only a couple minutes of traveling around the deck while fighting, Will shoved his sword into the pirate's stomach, and pulled it out swiftly, then moved onto his next victim without any thought of remorse.

Jack had no way of getting over to the Flame since all of the ropes were in use, so he let down the plank, then cleverly jumped to the ledge of the Flame. Ignoring the bloodshed that was going on all around him, he pushed through a few swordfights, determined to find Millie. Of course she wouldn't be on deck, but his eyes were still peeled for any sight of the young girl. Seconds after boarding the Flame Jack spotted the door leading down to the brig, and he ran to it with great speed. As Jack swung the door open and clambered down the wooden steps, Davies saw the back of his head as he shot one of the Pearl pirates in the head.

The door shut behind Jack as he ran down the creaking and slimy steps leading to the brig, stopping on the last step, trying to see what was in front of him. It was extremely dark despite it being midday. One candle was glowing, its wax dripping onto the table. Jack blinked his eyes to try to adjust to the scarce amount of light, and then darted his eyes from one cell to the other, not seeing Millie in either of them. He took a loud step off of the stairs and onto the ground, his foot splashing in the disgusting muck on the floor. He looked into the right cell, but when seeing no one, he turned his head abruptly to the left cell, and saw a dark figure lying crumpled up in the corner.

"Millie," he whispered, and pushed himself up against the bars, trying to lift the door free. Luckily, when he pulled one bar, the entire door started to open since it hadn't been locked by Davies just minutes before.

Jack ran to Millie who was lying on the ground, her chest barely rising beneath her ripped and torn shirt. Her breeches were down at her ankles, and Jack pulled them up to her hips with closed eyes. Hatred was burning inside his heart for Davies as well as a deep care for Millie. He pushed her salty hair behind her ear, and touched his hand to her cheek. The light was too dim for Jack to see Millie's face clearly, so he didn't know that when he placed his hand on her face, that he had placed his hand in thick, wet blood. Without thinking, he immediately took his sleeve and started wiping all of the blood off of her face, while trying to pull her into the light.

"It's all righ'…it's all righ'," Jack repeated as he tried his best to prop her up against the brig's door. He kneeled on his knee in front of her, his hands on her shoulders. He was breathing nervously as he watched Millie for a few seconds, seeing the dreadful bruises on her face. Jack pushed up her sleeves with one hand and saw bruises running down both of her arms. He was about to scream in anger at how badly she was abused, but then he saw Millie's eyes move in their sockets.

Millie felt a hand on her shoulder, and more pain than she had ever felt in her life all over her body. She refused to open her eyes since she didn't want to see Davies' evil face looming over her.

"No…no please stop…" Millie whispered, "Stop…"

"Millie," Jack said loudly, as he shook her shoulder lightly.

Millie's eyes opened, and were set on Jack. She smiled her first real smile in ages as she saw Jack's face in front of her and she threw her arms around Jack, bursting out into tears.

"Oh Jack!" she said through sobs, "Yeh' came! Twas so awful…he…he…" she stammered.

"I know…but I'm 'ere now an' everythin' is gonna' be fine…" Jack whispered into her ear. Millie released herself from the hug just so that she could look into Jack's eyes once more. She sat there for a few seconds, completely silent, just looking at his face, his smile kind and warm.

"I thought yeh' weren't gonna' come," she said and wrapped her arms around Jack again, tears streaming down her face once more. She wasn't one to ever cry, but she was just so happy to see Jack that she couldn't help it. Millie felt Jack hold her tightly and she felt so safe in his arms that she kept smiling through her tears until she heard a cold voice.

"I see that th' bloody pirate's found 'is whore once more," Davies said darkly as he stood at the top of the stairs, his sword drawn and his mind set on killing Jack Sparrow.